Citations

Gonna hit me ? Better make it count. Better make it hurt. Better kill me in one shot.

I thought there were no heroes left in the world.

Take this gift, for the gods surely won't

Pick a god and pray to it.

No curse of mine shall befall you from my dying breath.

I have been throught Hell and I came out singing.

Do I look like the kind of man who dies ?

This is hell's territory and I am beholden to no gods

Bury me shallow, I'll be back.

My father told me when I was a kid that if you shoot for the moon and miss, the cold vacuum of space will suck out your eyeballs. Failure is not an option. Go kill them.

You are alone, child. There is only darkness for you, and only death for your people. These ancients are just the beginning. I will command a great and terrible army, and we will sail to a billion worlds. We will sail until every light has been extinguished. You are strong, child, but I am beyond strength. I am the end, and I have come for you.

To feel sorrow is to deserve peace.

You can't shake the devil's hand and say you're only kidding.

God gave me depression because if my ambitions went unchecked I would've bested him in hand to hand combat by age of 16.

I know you've all heard talk of being the emperor's chosen and heroes of the Imperium, but the truth is, you are nothing to this Imperium. You're farmers, workers, and criminals, picked to be a part of the most expendable force known to man. You will be sent into battle. You will be sent often. Many of you will die, and you will die often. I do not expect you to like it, but I am asking that you accept this and make your peace with it.

To become god is the loneliest achievement of them all.

There's no light at the end of the tunnel so it's a good thing we brought matches.

And Io, he did reach into his bag of talent, and verily, it was found to be barren.

Thank you for heralding the apocalypse this old god brings.

An eye for an eye makes the world blind

"Il se disait dur à cuire, il a fini mangé crû"

“Tu quittes l'infernal empire
Pour trouver les enfers chez toi !”

Mon rêve, je le tenais dans mes bras, et il était mort.

Elle leva le menton et dénuda ainsi la colonne blanche de son cou. " Lâche ce cadavre, dit-elle, et viens me tuer " . Peut-être fut-ce le fait de l'entendre exprimer mon instinct premier qui me fit rejeter cette idée. " Non ", Répondis-je, et je n'eus soudain plus qu'une envie : qu'on me laisse seul. La mort que je tenais dans mes bras ne regardait que moi, et cette femme était la dernière que je voulais voir assister à mes adieux et se réjouir de ma douleur. " Allez-vous en ", repris-je, sans reconnaître ma voix dans le grondement sourd qui sortit de ma gorge.

He is a beautiful butterfly
covered in grief and hope.